He could almost handle the thought of driving round with Tragos in the car, but the thought of getting under the hood without Tragos there pointing out what he should be doing, that hurt like he'd been hit in the stomach with a wrench. No he didn't wanna work on it with her, without him— he just wanted to be able to drive it round again. Drop every window and turn up the bass as deep as it would go and put his foot down and move.
"Mm," Kaden said. He didn't wanna agree, he felt like he'd be losing ground if he agreed, though what kinda ground and why Marcie would be trying to take it off him he didn't know. He just felt like he was losing ground. Feeling like he'd been hit with a wrench did that. "We're pieces of shit for letting it rust so long anyway," he grunted, not answering her really, either way.